It stings.
Burns my heavy eyes with a warmth far too cold.
Ungranted escape, heart bent out of shape.
You can’t put a number or size on emotions,
But when they bleed at the speed of light,
They do, in a perfect flow
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC
It stings.
Burns my heavy eyes with a warmth far too cold.
Ungranted escape, heart bent out of shape.
You can’t put a number or size on emotions,
But when they bleed at the speed of light,
They do, in a perfect flow
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